The best shooting guard in basketball

Chapter 15 Anxious to be blown up?
"Unbelievable, Coach Hollins of the Nets sent two rookies in the second quarter!"

While Serena's footsteps stopped, Whitman on the commentary stage couldn't help shouting.

"This lineup is too surprising. Jefferson played against Jimmy, and maybe he can make a difference in defense, but that Asian rookie is useless on the court!" Matt also expressed his puzzlement, and at the same time he found something, his brows tightened!
"Jefferson is going to guard Mirotic! Then the second quarter will be defending Jimmy Butler—Michael Wu!"

At the same time, seeing Wu He playing, some Chinese who came to the scene stood up, waved and shouted at Wu He.

"Come on, our compatriots!"

"Behave well, I am your fan!"

Hearing the standard Mandarin, Wu He's body was also shocked. Since he was brought to the United States by the system, he has not heard Chinese for a long time. How can he not have any feelings when he meets compatriots in other places at this time.

Immediately, he suppressed his emotions and gave a thumbs up to those Chinese who shouted!

"I didn't expect there to be fans who made a special trip to see you." Seeing the fans wearing Wu He's Nets No. 7 jersey in the stands, Jefferson walked over and taunted.

"The loser will not have fans." Wu He said casually, and then walked to Jimmy Butler's side, ready to defend.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 10 pretense points!"

At the same time, the system beep sounded.

"Loser?" On the other side, although Wu He didn't take it seriously, Jefferson didn't. His face turned red when he heard Wu He's words. If he wasn't on the court, he would definitely go to Wu He to make it clear!

I was just careless at the time, and if I do it again, Wu He will definitely miss a goal!
"Jefferson!" Just as Jefferson was thinking about it, Hollins on the sidelines roared.

By the time Jefferson reacted, Mirotic, who was supposed to be marking him, had already run out of space, received an assist from Brooks and made a three-pointer!

"The tactic of this ball was very successful. Mirotic maintained the touch of hitting every shot in the first quarter." Matt commented in a timely manner, and at the same time looked at Jefferson and continued: "Jefferson obviously didn't pay enough attention to the ball just now. As a rookie who focuses on defense, if he only has this performance, then he will fail."

"Maybe this ball is not just Jefferson's problem." Whitman rubbed his chin on the other side: "I saw what Jefferson and Michael Wu said to each other before. We can definitely think that Wu influenced Jefferson!"

"Indeed, it seems that this second-round pick, who is called the 'secret weapon' by the fans, is not only lacking in strength, but also has a negative effect on the team." Matt continued, with some doubts: "I don't know what the purpose of Coach Hollins sending him is, is it just to reward the fans at the scene?"

Back on the court, Jefferson shook his head remorsefully, but at the same time, he looked at No. 7 in black jersey—Wu He!
If I didn't think about this guy, I wouldn't have such a leak!

Jefferson thought fiercely in his heart, but Wu He didn't know it. He passed by Butler of the Bulls, and Wu He muttered in a low voice.

Afterwards, Butler, who was originally returning to defense, suddenly froze in his footsteps and raised the corner of his mouth. He smiled and ran back to the half court. At the same time, he said to Mirotic next to him: "Change defense, and the number 7 on the opposite side is handed over to me."

"Want to blow me up?" Butler sneered, but stopped talking.

On the other end, the Nets serve out the ball and the dribbler is Sean Larkin, a short young point guard.

"Because of the loss of Deron in the summer, the Nets have a serious lack of talent at the point guard position. They have to use this little man who averaged less than 7 points per game in the previous two seasons." Matt looked helpless as Larkin advanced with the dribble: "The Nets replaced Joe Johnson. Although Lopez is on the offensive end, the offensive ability in the backcourt is not at the same level as the Bulls sitting on Butler and Brooks."

"Don't forget that the Bulls are still resting for the MVP. On the Nets side, Michael Wu, who replaced Johnson, I don't think he even has a chance to touch the ball." Whitman said, shaking his head again and again.

"Michael!"

As soon as Whitman finished speaking, Larkin passed the ball to Wu Hyuk who was standing at the top of the arc just after he dribbled the ball for half court. At the same time, he ran to the bottom corner by himself.

"cough!"

Seeing that he was slapped in the face in seconds, Whitman wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then found something, and suddenly said: "It is obvious that Larkin is not a qualified defender. He actually passed the ball to the teammate who faced the opponent's strongest player. This would be a wrong decision!"

Accompanied by Whitman's series of commentary, Wu He steadily caught the pass, and at the same time turned his body, but in front of him, he was firmly blocked!
"Jimmy Butler! This guy who made three shots in the first quarter and beat LeBron in the last game will let the Chinese kid on the opposite side realize what the real NBA is!" Seeing the matchup on the court at this time, Matt stood up and said loudly.

In his opinion, if Butler is defending Wu Hyuk, then Wu Hyuk has no chance to score. In order to avoid making a fool of himself, Wu Hyuk's choice may be to pass the ball in the next second!

"Boom, bang, bang."

While speaking, Wu He had already started to lower his center of gravity, dribbled forward, and Butler was not in a hurry, while retreating step by step, his hands gradually stretched forward silently.

"Boy, are you serious?" Butler asked tentatively while defending.

For him, Wu He's offense is not worth mentioning at all, but his words are very interesting!
"Are you eager to be blown up by me?" Wu He didn't answer, but asked with a smile.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 20 pretense points. If you succeed in pretense, you will get an additional 20 pretense points!"

"Ha, you're the funniest rookie I've ever seen." Butler also smiled, and then, taking advantage of the situation, he stuck out his right hand and pointed at Wu Hyuk's dribbler!
"It's going to be a steal. Jimmy defended the ball perfectly. Wu didn't have a chance to make a shot. At the same time, his dribble was too high. This ball was destined to be a mistake! Using Wu, a rookie, against Jimmy Butler will be a stain on Coach Hollins' coaching career!" Everything on the court changed rapidly. Matt just sat down and stood up again, just because Butler's attack timing was too perfect!
"Snapped!"

At this moment, Wu Hyuk made a movement that Hollins and even Jefferson were familiar with. When Butler was approaching the baller, he held the ball with both hands, and then exerted force with his feet, waist and abdomen, and jumped vertically!
Butler was startled, but before he could react, Wu He in front of him had already jumped up and shot!
"Oh!"

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